1. |
No One Cares
03:53
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No one knows who I am
no one cares at all…
lonely night, lively flight
lit by television
photographs, warm and cold
As I see my time
moon of white, clouds of black
was this our song?
my blood is running cold
midnight now is mine
dead red rose, on the floor
can you see it dying ?
Feel those years
that now are gone
and no one cares at all…
my soul, sinking boat
who cares if I am lost?
Every Sunday is the same
every single sign of blame
Every cloud has light behind
every song was already sung
I can be the one you hate
but I’m not anymore
No one cares…
No one knows who I am
no one cares at all…
lonely night, lively flight
lit by television
Feel those years
that now are gone
and no one cares at all…
my soul, sinking boat
who cares if I am lost?
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2. |
Before
04:05
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I would sell my life to go back in time
to fix my old me, to teach him how to smile
Breaking the rules is your only way to find… the way
people are rude and we are only staying kind…
Nothing is the same than before
(Your life is pain and you want no more)
Sad music playing in the night again
isolated dreams that now I will call
killing the time is my only way to find…the end
vodka on the rocks and one more cigarette…
I keep on talking only to my shadow…you see?
Maybe I’m crazy, maybe you are…dope!
Nothing is the same than before
(Your life is pain and you want no more)
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3. |
Nightwalk in Pripyat
04:04
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a poem that I hear
blown by the wind
the cold and the mist
make me feel pleased
my old shoes
torn by the sidewalk
lead me to a place
but I've lost my gaze
A bottle of beer
I want to find where to seat
to watch all the stars
but nothing is fine
Nightwalk through all the ruins
Nightwalk is all I wanted
Nightwalk ,please join me
Nightwalk, come get drunk with me
it's to easy to judge me
it's to easy to be yourself
don't you bother to advice
my skin and bones have turned to ice
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4. |
Прощай...
04:55
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это мои последние слова
У меня ничего нет, я ничего не даю
дома грустно
дома все скучно
моя жизнь всегда такая же
сигарета грустное лицо
кино рубашка
сломанные кроссовки
Сколько раз я прощался?
сколько раз я хотел уйти?
Прощай...
снова пьян
Интересно где мое время
и опять
воспоминания ранили мое сердце
Сколько раз я прощался?
сколько раз я хотел уйти?
Прощай...
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5. |
The Joyless generation
03:53
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we are the joyless generation
forgive us
it's not our fault
put the blame on pop culture
don't ask us for more
black, ragged clothing
senseless dark souls
self destructive habits
bring me back home
We are the joyless generation
give us a reason to stop
we know we are wrong
we are the joyless generation
We are broken and lost
to late to give us some hope
We are the joyless generation
forgive us, it's not our fault
we are the joyless generation
we wait for a better one...
We are the joyless generation
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6. |
The End Is Predictable
03:38
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I know you are sleeping with somebody else
You probably know that I am drunk
every memory now is torn
you don’t miss me and I do
another night trying hard to disappear
the delicate touch of a razor
makes me feel at home again
just before the time you first met me
now I’m just a mixture of broken pieces
the end is predictable
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Empty streets, destroyed houses
hide your dreams behind those old trees
burning gardens, dark grey sky
silent people passing by
I smoke quiet in the dark
none of this is a surprise
feeling lonely, feeling sad
this is our last day (I’ve just smiled)
Let’s watch the world’s ending
Shall we dance till we’re gone ?
Can you do me that favor?
Ignore the flames; ignore the pain
Ignore that nothing is okay
our lives will end at last!
It may sound weird but I am glad
fill my glass, take my hand
the show is now about to start!
Let’s watch the world’s ending…
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Ok Doomer Argentina
We are the joyless generation
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